Harry Potter Book Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

The bone door did not resist them the second time. Elif touched her still bleeding palm to its surface, and the shadows parted like curtains, the bones grinding against each other as the entrance swung open. She stepped through without hesitation, Niklas close behind her, their footsteps echoing in the darkness beyond. The First Wolf's presence pressed against her skin, not threatening but watchful, like a parent observing a child from across a crowded room.

He must know for sure now that she was lying. “It has your name in it. It is yours, right?” She nodded, surveying it. It was all there. She had forgotten about it. “There were some loose pages. I gathered them all up and put them back in. I hope I got them all,” he said. “You did,” she said softly, touched, embarrassed. “I followed the trail of pages, and the funny thing is….they lead me down the alley.” She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact.

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

“What’s the first class?” “Foundational Arcane Theory. It’s for all first-years,” she replied, not looking up from her journal. “Professor Albright teaches it. He’s… thorough.” I nodded, grabbing the simple black uniform that had been left for me on a chair. It was similar to the leather outfit Faustina had given me, but made of a softer, more practical fabric. As I dressed, I felt a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. Foundational Arcane Theory. How was I supposed to get through a magic class when I couldn’t even light a candle with my mind anymore?

Not long after, both Amelia and I were waiting by the front door in our coats like I was told too, Anthony hasn't stopped running up and down the stairs, getting random things in his hands. He opens the door telling me to put Amelia in the car before disappearing once again, I just shrug my shoulders walking over to the car gently placing her into the car as I hear dogs. This was the first time I've actually heard anything around here, it was as though we were the only ones around.I fully strap her in, as Anthony tells me he's ready but I needed to use the bathroom, he tells me to hurry passing me the keys, I run in to see on the desk was a new notebook. I decide to ignore it and go to the b

The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page. "I couldn't open the book without the password, so how did the uncles expect me to read it," I say. Mother Agnes chuckles. "They knew you would come here," she says. I think for a moment. I feel like the last few days have been an endless maze of puzzles. Why can't they just tell me what the hell is going on and who I am? Maybe sit me down and say hey, this is what we need from you. I guess that would be too simple, or maybe they are taking precautions.

“Lies are distasteful Leiya” I immediately fell silent, watching him shake his head. When he walked closer to the window, I noticed a book in his hands. A dark looking, uninteresting book. “Your first lesson,” He announced as he turned to look at me, holding the book with both hands in front of him. “Is to teleport yourself outside your chamber.” He said casually and planted himself onto the chair. He held out the book to me with a straight face. I stared at him, the book and back to him. I was supposed to learn spells from a book? I almost laughed at the idea itself.

Which in English meant : The story of a dead woman. Dad was never one to read books so why would he keep a book that had a creepy title hidden inside his drawer? Curiosity got the best of me, making me pick up the book and sit down in Dad's office chair as I opened the book where I was immediately met by the first chapter. Chapter One: Le jour de ma première mort It was never easy to make a life changing decision but I never knew how that felt… because I never made my own decisions. Not once.